"Jager was only out for a few hours, his parents where very ill and couldn't get any herbs or medicine by themselves. He set out to find the local herbalist. On his way back he could smell smoke in the bone chilling wind, smoke was in the distance but he paid no mind to it as many families had fires going at this late our. He fought the wind and snow all the way to the outskirts of town. As he came closer to home the smell of smoke grew as well as the sight of smoke. He ran as fast as he could only to come to sight of his burnt down home...his parents.

He can only wish they died in their sleep peacefully and with happy dreams..."

This is a lovely piece drawn up by the very talented artist  Deygira-Blood

I wanted to depict Jagers story of his harsh end to a normal upbringing, The villagers grew to hate Jagers un usual coloring and wanted to erase him from their memory. Fate will have it that he lives and Fate can be rewarding to those who wait and cruel to those at fault.

Jager © me

sergals © mick39